I think this is little Emily....and she met with a special little garden keeper that came out of the fog....

He told her to be extra careful with the bag of seeds he gave her....that they are very special and the wind might blow them away....

He said they were magic seeds.....seeds that little butterflies had to plant in order for them to maintain their magic....and so she knew the time had come to plant those seeds....out of the fog came the butterflies....all ready to do the task.......

lily, under the protection of a lily, let some of her pixie friends out of their warm bag, to scatter to the four winds to find her younger sisters, lost in the cold fog, and guide them safely back home, for some hugs, cookies and hot milk, to take the chill out of their wee bones

Hello Bella! Your illustration is so adorable and brings to mind the fairy tale of the 12 Months.. your little girl has been sent out by her wicked stepmother to find a snowdrop blooming in the middle of winter - are the scattered fireflies guiding her?

Oh Darling!!! This is like a scene to a movie Bella!! Oh my goodness the effects! The effects! You are the George Lucas of blogs! I just adore this illustration. Beautiful work! You kindness is showing. You might want to pull it up cause next month is be Cantankerous month!! Oh yeah I know a bunch of folks that are waiting for that! he he he he! Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing this awesome illustration!V

I think it's the middle part of the story. Something got her lost in the fog, and somehow she will find herself in the end, but for right now, it's hard for her to know which way to go. Or maybe that's just my life? :) Lovely illustration!

oooooow, I love the atmospheric effect and the glowing moth/lightning bugs. Moths that glow like lightening bugs are really cool because they would be attracted to the light of their fellow moths ;) I think they are leading her out of the fog where she has been lost and it has become too foggy to see the trail of pebbles that she was leaving behind to find her way home. She got the idea when her mother read her Hansel and Gretel. She thought she was smarter though by using the pebbles, but she didn't count on the fog. She became fearful and felt hopelessly lost until the magic glowing moths showed up to guide her out of the fog. ;)

Here we have a young reporter, moments ago wrapped up in the complexities of her very first man-on-the street reporting segment in which she is interviewing a rabble of butterflies to get their thoughts about the Fall lineup on the new Insect Network (on cable). Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blows in from who-knows-where, simultaneously blowing out her earpiece and blowing away her tiny interview subjects.

The little girl's younger brother Brian has come home from school with, not only a bad case of head lice, but with the tip of his tongue stuck to the tip of nose - courtesy of an exploding tube of super glue that went off during his weekly facial yoga exersize class(very popular in some parts of australia)

He has come home in great upsetdeness, because he is having his first date with Geraldine Griselda from the year above him that evenining, and , though he does not love her, he does not want her to see his tongue stuck to his nose, because she will tell her girlfriend Betty, about it.

And Betty (second name kept secret) is his true true love. Betty knowing about his nose/tongue relationship would basically wreck his life.

So he has gone home and asked his older sister what to do.

And she has scratched her head, thinking, not realising that she has the worse case Pityriasis simplex capillitii in the world.

And so she has let loose a snow storm of pityriasis simplex capillitii, which has not only hidden her brother Brian from view, but has hidden his unusual case of nose tongue attachment from the viewer.

I think you have captured this moment admirably and with pistache . And I award you ten stars out of ten for image exhuberance :)

Oh you must read this story out loud, very quickly, and in one breath to make it make sense.

OH,to be a drop of dew that waits in the winters fog ..to release the magic of spring, and the wonder of it all...That my dear is the sweetest thing...LOVe that illustration...it just captured my heart!

Lil Missy is on her way back home with magical candies that would release her mother and sisters from a magical spell...She came to sudden halt...

What just moved behind the thick fog? Is it hiding behind the huge multiple armed tree? Will the dark emerge from behind to snatch her magic candies?

Manifold creepy thoughts hovered above her little head only to make look dazed and baffled. It could only mean power for the eerie thing. Just then the surrounding beamed with the radiance of the fireflies...they came out of nowhere as if to remind and to impart Lil Missy of the hope that she had lost at least for a few minutes.

Dear Bella

Amazing Amazing art! I loved it. And thanks for this wonderful opportunity to meander thru fantasy...

she asked her little firefly friends to plant the snowdrop seeds where they don't usually grow so other snowdrop deprived people could get to see them.The side effect is a sweet mist so no one knows the firefly magic that's going on, but the mist is sweet and tastes like vanilla.YUM!It's adorable Bella.

Oh! I missed your contraption Bella! Glad I popped over. Fantastic illo. That Emma is a genius and her mom is soooo talented. Love your scattered storyless fairy tale. Here is my take...... Leeza had no idea what was in the pouch that her wicked step-grandmother told her to deliver to Zory, the king’s wizard.

On the way to the castle, a terrible fog rolled in. Leeza was so scared. She couldn’t see where she was going. She stopped in the middle of the fog. Then she heard a voice coming from directly above her head. “Open the pouch. Open the pouch.” Leeza looked up. “Could the voice have come from the giant tulip?” She thought. None the less, she opened the pouch and magical butterflies with illuminating wings flew from the pouch and seemed to be asking Leeza to follow, but she was scared. “Go with them.” the voice came down again. It WAS the tulip! “The Flutterflies will lead you to your real mother’s home in the New Jersey where she is filming a reality show."

I will have the super energy drink only if it has a ton of fattening ice cream, chocolate please and hold the wheat grass please. I will sitting right there waiting for you too. he he he he he! LOVE You.

OOOOOooo, I know! She is holding on and letting go at the same time. After the storm, she will gather up what is left of the old her, pick through it to see what she would like to hold onto, and take a big brave step into the new.

Right, I was reading some where a quote from you saying that "Ces had sparked you into doing more work" And my eyes are so bad that I thought that the fourth letter on the third word was an 'n', - and I thought to myself, I thought... well I won't tell you what I thought because it always better to leave something to the imagination

It looks to me like a little girl who thinks she has lost her way a bit. And yet, she has a deep knowing - that if she continues to walk through the fog, there is hope on the other side. And soon, she'll be growing and flying higher - but first, she must travel towards a place that seems unclear. And it seems to me like she has the inner courage to do just that.

Hahaaaaa!! Thank you SO much for your wonderful support, Bella. I have not visited you and I am so sorry! This is a simply stunning illustration - and might I say, it glows with a dreamy quality that is magical! I am hoping she has wished for something and has sent the wish on it's way...perhaps she is contemplating what would happen if the wish came true? Fabulous!! I hope you and yours have been well!! : )

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